In all of my universe I have seen no law of nature, unchanging and inexorable. This universe presents only changing relationships which are sometimes seen as laws by short-lived awareness. These fleshy sensoria which we call self are ephemera withering in the blaze of infinity, fleeting aware of temporary conditions which confine our activities and change as our activities change. If you must label the absolute, use its proper name: Temporary.

Ideas are a dime a dozen. It's execution that counts.

We faced it and did not resist. The storm passed through us and around us. It's gone, but we remain.

The day hums sweetly when you have enough bees working for you.

Whether a thought is spoken or not it is a real thing and has powers of reality.

Do actions agree with words? There's your measure of reliability. Never confine yourself to the words.

But, later, coming back and reading what I have produced, I am unable to detect the difference between what came easily and when I had to sit down and say, "Well, now it's writing time and now I'll write.